Don Who?

A colleague was enquiring for the author’s name whose thriller novels used to get me reading religiously almost everyday. Being the forgetful that I am, I always stash a list of books and their authors somewhere in the net. And as I recalled, I might just have one in my friendster profile.

True enuf, I actually made a declaration that I’m “an avid fan of Michael Connelly’s novels” in my Friendster profile. Then I snooped around my page. It has been months since I last logged in and there were pending friend’s requests and messages. One message caught my attention. Sometime back, I received several notification emails in my hotmail about a friend request from “Don Juan”. I immediately deleted those emails coz the name alone puts me off. Perasan ke deni?

I was just about to “block” this person when curiosity got the better of me. Maybe he’s not a perverted as I pictured him to be. For all you know he’s just as suave as Johnny Depp in Don Juan DeMarco. I opened up his message which read, “Liana do you remember me?” I clicked on his name and was directed his page. There were loads of his photos. Somehow he looked strangely familiar. Just couldn’t put a finger to where I’ve met him. Then as I scrolled down the page, it said “Eunos Primary School”.

Suddenly it hit me. OMG..he was my classmate whom I was partnered wif during primary two!(coz he was the only boy who was as tall as me back then..) He was the boy whom I comfortably and proudly walked hand-in-hand wif back to class from assembly for the whole world to see! He was THAT boy whom I secretly hoped I will end up marrying coz no other boys could compliment my height as well as he did! ( Eh, it was a lot of pressure for an 8 year old girl who's tallest in sch, to find her perfect match. OK, it was case of hyperactive mentel hormones but yes, I'm very much attracted to tall men till now..)

He WAS my Don Juan! Eeerrrkkk!!!

Grrreeaat.. After 15 looong years, someone still managed to track me down. I was positive that NO ONE from my primary school (apart from Hafidzah) could recognize me anymore. I wouldn’t even admit by looking at a photo of a fat, china-doll faced gerl in blue pinafore to be ME. I’m still fat but I look far less selenge now.

Oh well, Mr. Don shall remain in my Friendster’s list for now. Of course, I’ll try to convince him to change to a better nickname. Something that doesn't scream "womanizer"